Oh, my dear friend,
it is paining so, to remember about you and the day. It is pinching agony when
recollecting the incidents of that day. I don’t really want to give a place in
my mind to the thoughts about the beloved friend.You all may wonder why it is so. Is it not a
negative approach towards someone beloved? Yes, it is different in nature.

I heard of decreasing
mental pain by sharing the sorrow with somebody. So I am trying to comb out the
incident and that fearful day.

He, my beloved friend
was staying along with me at our workplace.We were sharing a rented room. My friend used to go on Fridays to his home
town, which is around sixty kilometres away from our workplace.As Saturdays and Sundays are holidays in our
organisation, he could really enjoy the weekends.

My friend was sincere
and a hard worker. His vigorous and active movements were always appreciated by
everyone in our office. No jobs were pending in his presence.He was so punctual about the time of getting
in for works, and to go late from the section always.That day I saw him, in different moods.He was sometimes so happy, to break jokes,
sometimes so hectic in works and sometimes so sad.But I remember, I saw him sad on that
particular day only. Otherwise he was so happy and his jokes increased our
lifespan by making us to laugh always.I
wondered why he was so busy, so sad and some extra vigorousness in his every
movement.When I asked him, he told, he
had to go a little early to home, so that he can reach home before the rain
comes and before the moon.But I was
astonished because that was the first time I heard from his mouth that he had
to go home so early.He finished his
works almost all and set out for home.He used to ride a bike to his hometown all through the way.I was tricky to follow him that day, because
I wanted to see what was so special about his wife that day or any special
occasion that he had decided not to invite me or made a tour programme.I was of course little bit angry on him as he
was going without informing me.I
somehow managed a bike and followed him. I thought, it might be a surprise to
see me at his home immediately after him, and I can catch him and scold him in
front of his wife for not informing me about the special occasion.He was little bit faster than ever.I knew, my back ache will start by riding the
bike and follow him all through the sixty kilometres. But I came to know the
indulgence of some eternal force in making me to go behind him that day in a
later stage.

The road was busy and
I felt difficult to get through and reach him easily.Vehicles were running like mad dogs.It seemed that everyone wanted to go first to
make his mother hospitalised immediately.I saw poor, unattended dead bodies of cats, dogs and small birds lying
on the road, which was becoming like pictures drawn on the road with real
blood, because of the continuous stamping of vehicles on it.I felt very difficult to avoid my bike from
riding over those bodies.Nobody has got
time to stop and see what happened to the poor animals, which gone under their
wheels.I felt sad on the cruelty of
mankind towards the poor lives.

I saw a car beside
the road. Its front was smashed and the driver was caught by the police.He was seen standing like a snake, which came
out from its cage to step along with the piper’s music.He had drunken a lot to even stand steady. A
man who was riding a bike against him was bounced from the road by his hit by
the car.An ambulance came to the scene
and gone away with the groaning emergency siren.I slowed down the speed of my bike to become
some more cautious in riding it.I could
see my friend, gone a long distance far, to be seen as a red spot moving
further away from me.

I was thinking about
the man who has been taken by the ambulance to the hospital.The ambulance might have been arranged by the
policemen there.I thought it could have
been a help to keep a police corner at least at each twenty kilometres on the
highway, so that the unattended bodies of men who met with accidents could be
made an attempt to retain their souls.

Suddenly I remembered
about my friend who might have gone too far for me to reach behind him and I
didn’t know exactly the route followed.I speeded up my bike to an extent to be under control but reach
him.I thought I heard a thud.I looked up in doubt of a thunder and symbols
of a rain. I felt guilty in riding the bike to follow him unnecessarily and to
get soaked.But I could not see any
indication of a sudden rain.“But what
was that sound!? Was it an accident again? Where could be my friend at that
time?”Another thunder sound heard in my
heart in the fear of a misfortune.I
could see a bike sprung up with a man on it.“Could I see a familiar shirt?” my blood suddenly got frozen.I could not see anything else other than the
stars dancing in front of my eyes.I
stopped my bike and made it to rest on its stand.I ran towards the accident spot.I could see a car with a sticker on its rear
glass.The sticker was of a human god’s
picture. Some footnote was visible.I
read it. ‘Mata Amritanandamayi Devi is the lord of this vehicle’. I crossed the
car to reach its front.The front side
was smashed. I remembered Mata Amritanandamayi had lost her power on it.The man who was driving it was a worshipper
of Amrita.But he had drunken a
lot.All those pictured were wiped out
from my eyes in one second and I could see some gentlemen carrying a red
blooded body.I was congealed when I
identified my friend.I thought I would
collapse there. My eyes were becoming dark.I managed to sit down on the road.Someone helped me to get up and reach to my friend.I saw his half of the head was crushed.The helmet he worn was gone along with the
fleet.I found it hard to face the
situation.I saw somebody hiring a taxi
to get his body inside. But nobody was ready to accompany him.I suddenly ran towards the taxi and got
in.I forgot about my bike.I did not see the body scrupulously.There was afraid of becoming unconsciousness
by seeing it. The taxi ran fast.I
feared of another accident. I called out all the names of the gods of all
religions I knew.After about a half an
hour we reached the Medical College.The
taxi driver helped me to carry the body to the emergency ward.His body was taken by the nurses into a room
and the door was closed for me to wait outside.I tried to meet the doctor. But he was running. I thought to wait. After
ten minutes or so, the doctor came out with a sad face.I heard a faint voice but echoed on my ears.
“Sorry, he is no more…….” I felt like my heart stopped pumping, and I was
blacking out.I sat on a chair. My eyes
were opened, opened to see nothing. I got up by the shook of the taxi
driver.He asked me to clear the
bill.I cleared the bill and headed
towards the mortuary.I saw his family
reached to see him for final.

I came out of the
mortuary.I heard a thud again.There was not need of looking up. I could see
the rain started.The voice of my friend
was echoed in my ears. “I have to go home early, before the rain comes and before
the moon!”